Nikolai Vetrov
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It was late at night. The building was silent. Everyone had gone home but I was still behind my desk, revising projects and reading through proposals.
It had been a week since I got back to work. I had to work twice as hard to make up for the time I lost last week. I wasn’t even focused anymore. I just didn’t feel like leaving. I loved being in my office. It was the only quiet place. It was the only place where I felt like I was in control of my life.
I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my thumb against my forehead, trying to ease the headache that had been forming since the afternoon.
My phone buzzed, the one with my private number, and I reached for it immediately.
I wasn’t surprised to see who it was.
[Rafael: Have you left the office yet?]
I typed out an a
